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This morning I was in an alright mood, pretty chilled. I've gone off food again. I got through phases of "OHMYGODIMMAEATEVERYTHINGINTHEHOUSE" and "Pweesedon'tmakemeeat.:(" I'm in the latter. Mainly because I have put on MORE weight. I'm pushing nine stone now. Nine. I was at under eight mere weeks ago people. Weeks. Urgh
So this morning I rustled up some eggy bread instead of eating pizza for brekky. Then trundled off for school. Boring clothes today, couldn't be bothered. As soon as I got on the bus I wished I'd made an effort with something. Make up, clothes, hair, anything! Because Bertha was there. (Calling her Bertha because she deserves a shit name and not the nice one she's got.) Bertha was dressed to the nines, whatever that means. Heels, off the shoulder soft pink cashmere sweater, eyelashes perfect and hair just wavy enough. Urgh. What a shit start.
She then proceeded to annoy me on the bus because usually I get to talk to Josh and she took over, likening motorbikes to orgasms and talking about wanking all the while pouting her lips and applying tinted lipgloss every fucking minute. She really gets on my nerves, in case you haven't realised. So then we get off the bus, I'm in a bad mood. Then Joe is feeling weird, dicky tummy and a concussion. Naturally this has me feeling really worried but mixed with my remanents of annoyed, it wasn't a happy feeling.
So I end up getting frustrated at him because I try and vent general frustrations, he takes it personally and gets all defensive like I'm being mean to him. Then I'm like "ARGH wtf that is not what I meant!" and we get snappy. Typical case of Men are from Mars Women are from Venus. I get into special assembly, sit with Chris. Have to compete with Lauren for his attention, he almost breaks my finger in a play fight. Again, I'm not happy.
Get into English, boring boring boring. I forgot my tutorial by half an hour (there is no excuse for half an hours lateness btw.) Then to tutor time, I feel like a complete outsider to my once best friends. Off to philosophy where we talk about the Pope. I don't care about the Pope! It's an old man in a dress to me, go away. I spend the whole lesson worrying if Joe will remember to fetch me for lunch and imagining various completely embarassing situations and how much I would cry.
I come out and guess what? Joey's there, still looking completely dazed and pale as a ghost, he remembered! I revelled in how lucky I am to have him and helped him limp to lunch. He perked up when he had some food and lunch was delish. Then I had two frees! The afternoon was definately looking up.
In the first free with everyone I finally got Maisies present finished. I'm so looking forward to giving it to her, it's like the best idea for a present I've had ever. :D Then in the next free I just sat chatting, highlighting bits of my Psych which I find kind of interesting. Now for the bus home. Urgh.
Bertha was sat in the back corner, best spot (Reese's spot usually) and Josh had parked up next to her. "She had smarties! But then it turned out she didn't..." Yeah right that was the reason. I can see you salivating you dirty creep. *Mumble Mumble* I just turned on my music and tuned out from the world. Couldn't find a song to suit my mood so that was frustrating.
Walking home was alright. We have a funny situation at the minute. Me and George both have a friend which we like...in small doses. And they only speak to us when we walk home past the shops. Unfortunately I had to get mints so we had to put up with them. Me and Liz mainly bitched about Bertha, she had no idea who she was so I was just giving my honest opinion. :D
Oh and if people are wondering why I don't like her so much, I shall try and explain. I always need someone to hate. Always. It's focusing and when your frustrated it's nice to have a scapegoat. Bad for her but she was bugging me just at the point when I finally got revenge on the one I hated, so I needed a new one. And who better than Bertha? *Sigh*
I feel ill. Mum made me eat. *Cries*
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